Текст песни Михаил Рудаков - Il Diavolo Sonata

Once I saw Tartini in a dream,
It looks like a very strange sire
In a red suit like on fire
This is the Lord of the afterlife

He suggested betting
And fulfill any whim
The maestro then began to say:
"Desires are fulfilled by the new" servant ""

The maestro did not meditate,
And he offered vis-a-vis to the night,
So that he plays the violin
Music that is not familiar to him

The crafty immediately began to play,
And according to Maestro Tartini
The game began to shake with force
He didn’t hear such a thing

And out of a fit of heart he
Awakened from Morpheus
And realizing that this is only a dream,
I rushed to the instrument rather

Grabbing the violin and bow
Forgetting to change the shirt,
He wanted to recall without notes,
At least one diabolical line

But it didn’t work out,
Only a trill of repetitions sounded
I had to write it down one,
To take her as a start

Soon Tortini completed the sonata
But, alas, it is not equal to the ideal,
The maestro almost broke the violin
After all, the ideal in the sonata is not enough.

And I want to tell you friends,
Old men, children, boys and girls
A tune for a violinist is complicated
With the name: "Il Diavolo Sonata"